The sixteen year old child once again entered my office. This was the second time that week. I couldn't understand why our youth today couldn't seem to just follow the rules. It isn't as if we are so strict here that it ties them down. We have a system that needs to be followed. I think it's fair enough, we are easy on these kids.

"Good morning, Adam," I said, sending him a fake smile.

Adam seated himself on my giant cushioned chair that was directly in front of me. The nervous look in his eyes informed me that he didn't want to face the consequences of his action's. I prepared myself for an argument as I took a sip of my coffee. My red lipstick stamped the top of my mug and I licked the coffee clean from my lips. I looked through his teacher's report and looked up at him.

"Miss Fletcher isn't very happy with you, huh?" I questioned him.

"No, she's not," he looked down in shame.

I took my glasses off and rubbed my hand's together, "Adam, you can't continue this excessive talking. I do not feel that the rules around here are that hard to follow."

"I know," he said, "I will cut down on the talking."

"That's what you said yesterday and here we are. If you get sent back here again, I'm calling your mom. Do you understand?" I asked him sternly.

"I understand," he confirmed.

I shook my head and climbed out of my chair. I noticed that my skirt had crums on it and I wiped them off, pulling it down a little. I walked over to my bookshelf in order to find a pass to write him back to class. I didn't realize how messy the bookshelf had been. Dust blew off at me, causing me to cough.

"Excuse me," I cleared my throat.

He pulled a water bottle out of the front of his backpack. A little bit of water squirted out of the top of it as he held it out to me.

"Do you need water?" He offered.

I walked back towards him. I shook my head in a frustrated manner because I couldn't find what I was looking for.

"No, no thank you," I replied, "Just go back to class and say that I sent you."

For the second time that week, I entered Miss Johnson's office. Coincidence? I think not. Miss Johnson is a true fox, a real woman. She was so seductive! Her beauty was one of the most brilliant thing's that I've ever seen. Best of all, I knew that liked me too!

I must have looked so nervous. Seeing Miss Johnson always made me anxious and it wasn't because I knew that when I saw her, I was being punished. No encounter with Miss Johnson could ever be a negative one.

"Good morning, Adam," she said in her flirtied voice.

I could tell how happy she was to see me. Her voice made my heart skip a beat, I grew more nervous. She took a sip of her coffee and I could feel my knees go weak. She wrapped her thick red lips around the top of her mug and took a small sip. I sure envied that mug. Then, I thought it was going to be the end of me. She took her tongue and licked her lips all around. She was playing it off as if she had coffee on them but I knew what she was really up to.

"Miss Fletcher isn't very happy with you, huh?" She asked me. I could have sworn that I received a wink with that question.

"No, she's not," I looked down because I could feel my face growing intensely hot. I loved when she played tough with me!

She slipped her glasses off of her slim face and stared at me. The star's couldn't even compete with the shimmer in her eyes. She rubbed her hand's together, I knew that she was wishing I was the one holding her hand.

"Adam, you can't continue this excessive talking. I do not feel that the rules around here are that hard to follow," she was only jealous that I wasn't talking excessively to her. Although, I would have liked to have been.

I wanted to melt, "I know," I said, "I will cut down on the talking."

She looked at me, "That's what you said yesterday and here we are. If you get sent back here again, I am calling your mom. Do you understand?"

Wow, I thought to myself, it is a little early to meet the families. But gee whiz if she wanted to meet my mom, then my mom she would meet.

I could hardly hold in my excitement, "I understand."

Then, she stood up. She wiped off what looked like crums on her skirt and pulled it down. I didn't understand why because her legs looked absolutely ravishing. Her skirt fit so perfectly over her slender thighs. I could have sworn that she saw me drooling.

When she turned around to walk to the bookshelf, my eyes almost popped out of my head. She had more curves than a yin yang! They were perfect curves, too. They weren't too big, they weren't too small. She was like a painted picture of perfection.

When she got to the bookshelf she let out a cough. I think it was because she was so nervous she couldn't even breathe anymore. Of course, the feeling was mutual. I had to think quick, I had to come to her rescue. I reached into my bag and pulled out my water bottle that my girlfriend, Molly, gave me at lunch. I liked the girl but she was no Miss Johnson.

"Excuse me," she said as she cleared her throat. Not even an ugly noise like that made her unattractive.

"Do you need water?" I held out my water to her and a little bit squirted out the top. I was worried that it got on her. I hoped it didn't look like I was begging her to drink my water. I realized that if she drank my water bottle, it would be like kissing me. Which would also indirectly be like kissing Molly. I couldn't decide if I liked the idea.

She walked back towards me and shook her head. I didn't know if my disappointment showed through.

"No, no thank you," she replied, "Just go back to class and say that I sent you."

I could tell that she was disappointed that I had to go. I would have offered to stay but I don't think that would have helped the situation with Mrs. Fletcher.

Sadly, I stood up, "Thank you, Miss Johnson."

"And once you get there, keep quiet!" She gave me a smile that sent butterflies shooting through my body.

I turned away from her and walked out the door. I knew that we were both so disappointed that I had to go. I began to contemplate which class period I'd see her the next day.

Comments

The following comments are for "Point Of View"by MenPrefrBrunets

re: POV
Very nice. Very straight forward writing style that didn't get in the way of the funny of the two contradicting points of view. I think we've all been on both sides ;) Very funny, nice job.

pov management
Very attractive structure and approach. I think the characters are so special and well-crafted that we should have heard more from them. She is obviously a very intellectual, well-read woman whose inner voice could be richer in contemplation. She could enlighten us with flashbacks to recent events, her man or men, --because that would contrast with the reality of the teenager sitting in front of her, to illustrate how she contains her private life and simple mishaps around the office are misinterpreted.

He is obviously smart and also well-read, therefore, I thought he'd come up with things more sophisticated than "The star's couldn't even compete with the shimmer in her eyes." - this is too cliché. Or the comparison of her curves to ying yang - too simplistic. A high school student whose only problem is talking too much, having no substance abuse dulling his brain would come up with artistic quips and take-offs on famous metaphors.

I think you can develop it into another version, as in "Point Of View 2." I'd enjoy reading it.